It creeps up on me so suddenly
And then it's at my throat.
It overcomes my every sense
And then my hope is lost.
It fills my mouth with all kinds of hate
And then I cannot be stopped.
It makes my hands fists of rage
And then my knuckles bleed red.
It leaves as though it were not here
And then my shame is fierce.
It will soon be gone forever though
And then I'll stand set free.
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